AN: So I've been thinking about doing a Harmony Fanfic for awhile. Yes I know I have one going right now but I want another one. Personally I find it difficult to find good Harmony Fanfics and that upsets me because I really think they would be good together. To start I know this story will end up being long. It will go from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and I tend to write short chapters so just be prepared. I've also been thinking about making a Smallville Fanfic, if you like that idea please send me a PM or tell me in a review. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

I pushed the cart that held my large trunk through the throngs of people that were wandering around. Daddy and Mum walked next to me looking around nervously as if they were afraid someone would jump out and yell "Gotcha!" To be perfectly honest I felt like that too. My life had completely turned upside two weeks ago when a sweet but small woman with wavy gray hair had come over and told me that I was a witch. I had been horribly insulted, I mean who has ever heard of a good witch, but she said that the ones from movies and stories were fake.

"Hermione, don't walk so fast." Mum said pushing her purse back onto her shoulder, it had been falling off.

"Sorry." I muttered slowing my pace. I was just so excited and wanted to find platforms nine and ten. Professor Sprout had said that to get onto platform nine and three-quarters all you had to do was walk between the two platforms. How weird? Strange? Crazy? No amazing! It was absolutely amazing.

Daddy and Mum seemed absolutely fascinated by everything Professor Sprout had done and told us. She had turned Mum's favorite vase into a badger. The cute little animal had scampered around the room and then crawled into my lap. It had been one of the most amazing moments of my life. After the Professor had left Daddy, Mum and I had had a family meeting. We all agreed that it would be best for me to go because it seemed like I wouldn't be able to get close to any other peers at school. Daddy and Mum asked me to write regularly and then took me to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was an amazing shopping area but Daddy and Mum hadn't been able to see the entrance at first. Professor Sprout had warned us of that but it still had been strange. While I was there I had gotten everything I would need for the school year and seven extra books about the magical world that I was now apart of. I wanted to make sure I knew what was going on since I would be at a disadvantage from being Muggle-born. Another strange term from the wizarding world that I had never heard before.

We stopped in front of platforms nine and ten. Daddy, Mum and I exchanged looks. The Professor had told us to run at the barrier as if we could walk right through it. Because that's exactly what would happen.

"Is anyone looking?" I whispered turning to Mum. She looked around then shook her head. I took a deep breath and ran at the barrier my heart hammering in my chest. My breath caught the closer I got and I snapped my eyes shut. I was still running. I opened my eyes and my mouth opened with shock. Daddy and Mum were looking around their eyes wide and sparkling. They were fascinated by everything as much as I was.

A gorgeous red steam engine was billowing out smoke and people were milling around everywhere. A large sign said Hogwarts Express, eleven O'clock. I had ten minutes to find a seat and say goodbye to my parents. Beautiful colored cats weaved around the floor and I smiled at a small orange tabby cat. I loved cats.

"Lets get your trunk on the train." Daddy said pushing the cart towards the train. I followed behind looking at everyone and everything I could. A tall blonde, aristocratic man with a can was smirking down at his blonde son who looked about my age. Two red haired boys that looked exactly alike helped a black-haired boy and push his trunk onto the train.

"Okay, Little Bug, lets get this trunk onto the train." Daddy said running a hand through his brown hair. Mum and I moved towards the cart and lifted my trunk together. It was very heavy from all the books I had crammed in there. I had tried a charm to shrink them and it kind of worked but not completely.

"Here let me help you." A burly boy said walking over to us. He and Daddy easily shoved the trunk into the compartment.

"Thank you." Daddy said with a nod. The boy walked away with a nod and smiled at the two red-haired twins as they jumped on the train.

"Sweetheart write as much as you can while you're away okay?" Mum said pulling me to her wrapping her arms around me. Her curly hair tickled my face and I pulled away with a smile and a nod.

"Now no dating while you're there, Little Bug, just worry about your studies." Daddy said pulling me against him for a hug.

"Daddy, I don't want to date." I said with a giggle.

"Just making sure." He said kissing my forehead. A whistle blew and I jumped slightly.

"I love you!" I yelled jumping onto the train.

"Love you too." They responded and I walked into the compartment I had claimed. A round faced boy about my age was sitting in the compartment. He was clutching a toad in his hands and was looking out the window.

"Hello." I said sitting down across from him.

"Hi," the boy muttered turning to me slowly. He had clear blue eyes and blonde hair. His eyebrows drew together as he looked me over. "Are you Muggle-born?"

"Er, yes?" Was it polite to ask about parentage in the wizarding world?

His eyes widened in shock and he smiled widely. "What's it like in the Muggle world?"

"Oh it's probably the same as the Wizarding world. We have school and we learn about writing, arthritic, science and history." I said thinking over my life so far. "I was in school for five years –"

"Really?" He asked leaning forward in surprise.

"Oh yes, I learned all about Queen Victoria and what she did. What's the Wizarding world like for jobs?" I asked excitedly. It was one thing to read about it and it was another to hear it first hand from someone who had grown up around them.

"Isn't it a little early to think about jobs?" Neville asked raising his eyebrow in surprise.

"No, that way I'll know exactly what to do and what classes I should take." I said leaning forward excitedly.

He started to explain the different types of jobs the wizarding world had. There were some as simple as writing magical books all the way to an Auror, which was a dark wizard catcher. He started to explaining the different types of jobs the ministry had.

The door slid open and a smiling, dimpled woman asked, "Anything from the cart, dears?"

Neville pulled out a handful of wizard money and got a little bit of everything to share with me. Who knew that wizards had come up with such creative candies? Neville bought Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands.

I nibbled on a pumpkin pastie and smiled. It was absolutely delicious. Everything Neville and I ate was good, even Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans was good. They had the usual flavors like chocolate, strawberry and lemon but they also had some very strange flavors. I found tomato, mushroom, soap and bacon.

"Have you seen Trevor?" Neville asked suddenly looking around. I put down the Cauldron Cake I had been about to eat.

"No, lets go look for him." I said standing up. We walked up and down asking people in the compartments if they had seen a toad but none of them had.

"Did you look in this one?" I asked pointing to a compartment that was next ours.

"I don't remember," Neville muttered blushing. I pushed open the compartment and stopped.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," I asked. A messy black-haired boy with glasses and pretty green eyes shook his head.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," a red-haired boy snapped but it was the wand in his hand that made my eyes widened.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." I said excitedly and sat down next to the boy with glasses.

"Er – all right." He cleared his throat. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened. The gross, fat rat stayed gray and fast asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" I asked raising my eyebrow. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard – I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you." I knew I was talking way too fast but I was just so excited. Magic was real. Just thinking that made my body hum with excitement.

"I'm Ron Weasley," the red-haired boy muttered.

"Harry Potter," said the black-haired boy.

"Are you really?" I asked, my eyes flitting to his forehead. A faint scar was visible between his bangs. The Boy-Who-Lived! More excitement hummed through my body. "I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books. for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Am I?" Harry said, looking dazed.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me," I said. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." I had slipped into my Hogwart's robes when I had needed the lavatory.

Neville and I stepped into the hall just in time to see a toad hopping down the aisle. "There he is!"

"Grab him!" Neville and I ran after the toad. He was jumping fast until a boy picked up Trevor. I looked up and flushed. It was the burly boy who had helped with my trunk.

"Hey it's you," he said with a smile. I nodded mutely as he placed Trevor in Neville's hands. "Hopefully we'll see you in Gryffindor."

"What's your name?" I finally squeaked out.

"Oliver. Oliver Wood." He said before turning back into his compartment. Neville pulled me back to our compartment but all I could see was Oliver Wood's pretty blue eyes.

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